From Paper Craftsman to World-Suppressing Immortal

A casual chat with Master Zhao unexpectedly brought up old stories from the Zhang family.

Zhang Zhixuan was even more shocked to learn that his parents, who had died unexpectedly in the Panlong Mountain area, had also died in the same place. In his shock, Zhang Zhixuan quickly reviewed the events in his mind.

The story involves a paper bride, a mysterious sorcerer, the disappearance case in Tianjin, the Zhou family massacre at Panlong Mountain a hundred years ago, and the sorcerer's dying words about "my master." It even touches on the accidental death of the previous incarnation's parents more than a decade ago.

One by one, the clues behind these incidents all point to Panlong Mountain. Moreover, this is only what has been discovered on the surface. Zhang Zhixuan has no idea how many secrets are hidden behind it.

"This ordeal at Panlong Mountain is unavoidable, and the problems involved are probably far more dangerous than initially imagined." Zhang Zhixuan recalled what Pei Shouzhen had said that day: he had ventured into Panlong Mountain alone for the first time, only to be trapped by mist and miasma and nearly lost his life.

This alone is enough to prove that this place is not simple. You should know that Tianjin is located in the north, where it is dry and has little rain all year round and there are no old forests. The fact that there is mist and miasma in this climate suggests that there must be evil spirits.

"Since I am destined to go to Panlong Mountain, I can only do my best to improve my skills in order to protect myself." Zhang Zhixuan made up his mind and felt that time was of the essence and could not be wasted.

Just then, a servant's voice came from outside the study: "Master, young master, the meal is ready."

"Okay, got it, we'll be right there."

Zhang Zhixuan and Master Zhao arrived at the dining room together. The octagonal table was already fully set, and the guests and hosts took their seats, except that the original protagonist, Zhao Qingzhi, was missing.

"How are they doing?" Master Zhao asked.

"Qingzhi is alright, but Shen Weiyong is in a bad mood and is resting on the couch right now. Qingzhi is taking care of him. The two of them won't be coming for dinner. I've already ordered someone to send it to them separately," Wang said with a sigh, quite worried.

Master Zhao nodded and said, "Well, let them get some rest then."

"Zhixuan, Shuyao, don't be shy, eat!" Master Zhao said with a smile.

Zhang Zhixuan never hesitated to eat and drink for free, and now, displaying the spirit of a freeloader, he ate with divine inspiration, even when faced with a table full of food.

Lin Shuyao was initially reserved, but with Zhang Zhixuan sitting next to her, her big appetite and outgoing personality finally couldn't be hidden. The two of them ate heartily, adding bowl after bowl of rice, silently and tacitly eating together.

What should have been a welcoming meal for his daughter was marred by the absence of the main character. However, Master Zhao was not annoyed at all. Seeing the two of them eating with gusto, he, as the elder, was even happier. He raised a glass and said, "Come on, Zhixuan, have a drink with your uncle."

"Okay! This is for my uncle."

"Uncle Zhao, I also want to toast you."

"Sir, I also toast you."

Zhang Zhixuan raised his cup, and Lin Shuyao followed suit. Seeing this, Wang Shi also raised her cup. Master Zhao laughed heartily and drank the wine in his cup in one gulp.

The dinner was a pleasant affair, and afterwards Zhang Zhixuan accompanied Master Zhao for a stroll in the garden and a chat.

For some reason, Lin Shuyao followed Zhang Zhixuan around like a shadow, occasionally sneaking up on him nearby, leaving Zhang Zhixuan both amused and exasperated.

Zhang Zhixuan returned to the room prepared for him. The room had already been cleaned up by the servants. The bedding was brand new, the windows were bright and clean, and there was even some calming sandalwood incense burning.

After closing the door, Zhang Zhixuan did not immediately go to sleep. Instead, he stared at the ceiling in a daze. Gradually, drowsiness overcame him, and in a hazy state, Zhang Zhixuan drifted off to sleep.

As night deepened, the Zhao residence fell silent, save for the occasional chirping of insects in the courtyard, which only amplified the darkness of the night.

Just as I was half asleep, a heart-wrenching scream suddenly shattered the silence of the night!

"Help! A ghost! A ghost!"

Zhang Zhixuan opened his eyes instantly, rolled out of bed, put on his clothes, pushed open the door and rushed out.

At this moment, everyone in the Zhao residence was awakened. Second Master Zhao, wearing his clothes, hurriedly ran out of the main room, followed by Madam Wang, whose face was pale as she looked towards the room from which the sound came.

Many of the servants of the Zhao family were also crowded in the courtyard, but no one dared to take a step closer to the side room from which the screams were coming.

Zhang Zhixuan looked towards the room from which the screams were coming and quickly asked the servant standing in front of the room who dared not go in, "What happened?"

"I...I don't know, we just got here and saw..." The servant trembled, pointing to the doors and windows, his words incoherent.

Zhang Zhixuan looked into the pitch-black room and saw a continuous stream of gray-black yin energy emanating from it. It was a midsummer night, yet the surroundings were filled with a bone-chilling cold accompanied by a nauseating stench.

Zhao Qingzhi and Lin Shuyao were also awakened by the screams, and the two hurriedly ran out of the room in their pajamas.

"Wei Yong! Wei Yong is still inside!"

At this moment, Zhao Qingzhi realized what was happening in the room and screamed as she tried to rush inside, but Zhang Zhixuan grabbed her.

"Don't go in, you're asking for it."

Zhang Zhixuan grabbed Zhao Qingzhi, strode forward, and kicked open the door. Seeing this, Second Master Zhao immediately followed.

The room was wide open, and the sight inside caused everyone to gasp in shock.

Inside the room, Shen Weiyong lay sprawled on the floor, his face pale and purple, his eyes rolled back, and his body convulsing. In front of him, a ferocious demon with a blue face and fangs was opening its mouth wide to suck the yang energy from his body.

This evil spirit was dressed in tattered Japanese clothing, with hollow eye sockets, disheveled hair, and an overwhelming aura of yin energy. At this moment, with each breath of yang energy it inhaled, Shen Weiyong's face paled a little more, and the evil spirit's form solidified a little more.

"How dare these Japanese devils run rampant in our Great Xia! They're courting death!" With a thought, Zhang Zhixuan immediately produced three fire talismans in his hand.

Three fire talismans were thrown out, all striking the evil spirit. Immediately, there were a series of loud "bangs" and sparks flew everywhere. White smoke rose from the evil spirit's body, sizzling and crackling. In pain, the evil spirit let out a piercing scream and turned its hideous face to glare fiercely at Zhang Zhixuan.

"Ah! A ghost! A ghost!" Everyone in the Zhao family was so frightened by this terrifying scene that they ran away in panic. Even Master Zhao the Second was horrified on the spot.

"Uncle, you should leave too. Leave this to me."

Fearing that too many people would become a burden, Zhang Zhixuan released three paper puppet soldiers. He ordered one of them to escort Master Zhao to a safe place, and instructed the other two to guard one side. Zhang Zhixuan then threw out several fire talismans to hit the evil spirit, trying to lure it away from Shen Weiyong.

"Roar!" The evil spirit was finally enraged and roared. It abandoned Shen Weiyong in front of it and transformed into a ball of black smoke with a ghostly face, rushing towards Zhang Zhixuan.

"We've been waiting for you!"

Zhang Zhixuan casually waved his hand, summoning a thunder talisman. His gaze fell upon the talisman, and he activated it with his will, shouting fiercely, "Extinction of Evil Sword Intent!"

The yellow talisman paper instantly taut, and the talisman patterns lit up with intense lightning. The next second, a pale golden illusory longsword surrounded by lightning was held in Zhang Zhixuan's hand.

The talisman sword swirled with golden and lightning-like energy, and with Zhang Zhixuan's command, it fell fiercely: "Slay!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he unleashed a lightning slash. The sword intent of exterminating evil, wrapped in golden lightning, left a trail of golden afterimages shrouded in lightning, and slashed down at the oncoming ghost face!

"Aww!"

When the talisman sword struck the evil spirit, it was like an ice cube falling into a volcano. The terrifying Japanese evil spirit only had time to let out a miserable scream before its entire ghostly body, formed from yin energy, was devoured by the golden and thunderous energies in the blink of an eye, instantly melting and dissipating, leaving not even a trace of yin energy behind.

In the blink of an eye, the eerie and malevolent aura that had filled the room vanished completely.

In the blink of an eye.

One sword, and evil is vanquished!

The courtyard was deathly silent. Everyone stared at Zhang Zhixuan in disbelief, as if they were seeing him for the first time.